Dream is my life, don’t laugh, it’s true -
There is a voice I always hear
This is his voice, my love, my dear,
He’s always here, heaven put us through…
He called for me when I was eighteen,
Once, when I was in Irish wood…
I saw an oak, and there he stood…
Under the tree, he was so thin…
He was so handsome, so sweet, so cool,
He had blond hair, his eyes were blue,
He wasn’t human – not like you.
He wasn’t made of that coarse wool…
He called for me in a special way -
Elf doesn’t speak as tough as we do…
When I approached, he took my hand
He was with me till the very end…
I don’t remember the things he did
I only know how nice he was
I never met a man like him…
We’ll be together, that’s clear to us both…
He told me: “you’re my only love,
I won’t forget you, I’ll come to you…”
He disappeared, and the sky above
Laughed with the sun as he used to do.
We spend together two happy days -
That’s what I know – as the others say.
Now I can hear – he repeats my name,
Once he’ll be back after passing some ways…
Oh, don’t be sad, my darling son -
Don’t look in that way with His blue eyes…
Just have a listen to this silence now -
I’m sure you will hear the whisper of grass…